Old Joe's drumming on the pots and pans
as someone hums a harmony and starts a
symphony as others join into the noise.
Soon dancers move into the picture and
flail about as only the mad can. They
are perfect in this human zoo. I love
every scar. We each own every flaw.
There but for the grace of you go I.
Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 8:16 PM UTC
Old Joe's drumming on the pots and pans
as someone hums a harmony and starts a
symphony as others join into the noise.
Soon dancers move into the picture and
flail about as only the mad can. They
are perfect in this human zoo. I love
every scar. We each own every flaw.
There but for the grace of you go I.
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